I passed Zephyr by
Since that I was in poesy:
And those are allowed
That sacrifice on the altars to the Muse.
Heifers and sheep and cattle
Roasting
On the altars of the shrines
Fireworks rotating
In the nocturnal heavens
Blazing.
In towns and cities
As the globe turns
Lights flicker and firm
Hold sway
Till
Of a sudden
Candle-like be blown
By Dawn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem